Metal links warmed by a night under the blankets slid over her skin, the chain growing taut as she turned on the bed. With movement came a new rush of sensation, matched by a soft gasp that spilled from her lips as a welcoming prayer to the new day. Each welt, small bruise or scrape marked into her skin now made its presence known in a wave of delicious pain. Mock sunburn heated her back, a lingering memory of the way the flogger had been used. The tails had scraped endlessly over her skin, leather hissing through the air until she had not know where one blow ended and another begun.
Now she moved slowly under the covers, a softer pain reinforcing the memory of the night before, and with it returned pleasure. A deeper breath tugged a welt across her breasts, tingling her nipples into hardened points. A slow stretch pulled the heat reddened skin of her ass and thighs, causing a deep clenching in her sex. Each move, each breath bringing new fuel to the growing need that burned from nipples, across her stomach and down into the slick walls of her cunt.
"Good morning my pet."
Even with her eyes closed she knew that voice, his voice. The night before she'd danced to his words, arched to the touch of the crop, cane and flogger, her screams urged into life by the soft words of approval she craved to hear from him. "Did you sleep well?"
Did he know just how much she was willing to go through for a single look from him? For a smile, a soft touch, a tight grip in her hair, something that would show her that she had done well. The chain clinked against her leg as she rolled onto her side. Sleep. Passing out in a well-earned exhaustion described the previous night more accurately than falling asleep ever could. "Yes Master, I don't remember being carried into bed, or you fastening the chain to my ankle."
"You purred like a content cat when I set you into the bed." He brushed a light touch against her face, fingertips caressing along the line of her jaw. "But you need to be up and about if only for a few minutes."
The growing pressure in her bladder agreed.
Velcro tore apart, the soft cuff released from her ankle as he offered her a hand to rise from the bed. Locking cuffs sounded wonderful in story books, but in reality offered a danger. All it would have taken was an accident, fire, or her Master falling in the night to leave her locked in the bed. Leaving a key on the side of the night stand to get free was no different than using the Velcro cuff instead. Both required a trust that she would not release herself without good cause.
His hand tangled into her hair, and he grasped at the base of her head as he guided her through the bedroom towards the open door. Pain blossomed on the soles of her feet, each step a living memory of the crop against tender skin. Such small strikes, they hadn't even been that hard, yet now they seared her steps.
Sitting down in the bathroom, he did not release his grip from her hair; privacy had long since become a non issue. She owned no right to such and no longer missed it where he was concerned. Oh heavens help someone else if they peeked in on her whilst in the bathroom, or tried to spy through her journal, computer or other aspects of her life, but he had the right. Some would never quite understand how she could live like this, with no secrets between them, but she in return could no longer imagine sharing her life with someone who hid things from her. Nor did she have a desire to share her life with someone who expected her to keep secrets of any form.
"You did well last night, pet." He smiled, stroking through her hair. "I'm proud of you. Every dominant in the room wanted to be able to claim you as his last night. Every submissive watching wanted to be you. I've never seen you as beautiful or soft as I did last night."
Warmth flushed across her cheeks, her gaze lowering as she reached for the paper. "Thank you my Master. I wasn't sure I could do it."
"You did though." He waited only long enough for her to wash her hands before he cupped her cheek leaning forward to whisper against her lips. "You proved how far you have come in the last year."
The urge to tell him that what she had endured had been all for him surged to her lips, yet it would have been a lie. Without him it would have been difficult, perhaps impossible, but in time she still might have taken a few stumbling steps down the path of dominance and submission. He'd helped her, urged her from small, hesitant steps into a full fledged run. "I don't think I could have done it without you, Master."
"Thankfully that is something we'll never know." He smiled, his dark gaze softening as he met her eyes. Pride, possession, desire...did she see those shining within his eyes or was it something she as yet could not decipher? "Back into the bedroom my pet. It's time for a small treat."
The cuff re-fastened to her ankle, its mate securing her other foot in place against the sheets parting her thighs wide. She seldom wore anything to bed beyond the chain about her throat, the simple silver links that marked her as his willing piece of property, and the cuff on her ankle. He preferred it that way. Without another word he pressed her onto her back, fastening the cuffs about her wrists, leaving her arms stretched above her head, helpless to his touch. He wasn't finished, a soft cloth was bound across her eyes, stealing her sight. Another cloth, this time with a tied knot in the middle, pressed between her lips. A simple gag fashioned from a scarf, each addition increasing her vulnerability to his desires.
She shivered, his hands playing a light teasing path down her body, tracing around her nipples without ever touching them directly. His breath caressed her stomach, lips barely touching her skin in his slow, provocative journey across her helpless form. He lingered for a moment, exploring her body in soft butterfly caresses that circled her breasts. The bed shifted beneath her as he settled between her bound thighs, drifting those soft, almost-touches from ankle to inner thigh and back again. With each new caress came a promise of the pleasure to come. A low growl emitted in heated delight against the soft lips of her exposed sex. Warmth enclosed her clit, his lips forming a seal about that tender nub of flesh that he knew responded so well to his touches. His teeth scraped over its trapped form, two fingers easing into the slick confines of her tightening vulva as she arched against the cuffs that held her.
She needed him, craved his touch, his power to understand what her body desired at each moment, sometimes knowing her secrets cravings even before she did. Now he played each breath across her throbbing clit, his fingers seeking out that deep hidden shelf within her core. Pure pleasure. A moment of pure pleasure offered without pain, without service, a reward for the night before.
A low guttural cry tore free. His fingertips tapped against the small ridge, her desire turning into a raging need that arched her from the bed until her thighs screamed in taut warning. Heels dug into the covers, his free hand resting on her stomach, tongue circling her clit, pressure, rapid tapping within her cunt, a suckling demanding warmth against her nub - all combined into a nameless wave of ecstasy.
"Come for me." He growled against her quivering cunt. The words barely gained life before her body arched, hips jolting as passion-slick walls rippled along his tapping fingers.
"Master!" she tried to scream, the word trapped behind the knotted cloth of the gag. Thought lost all meaning, images replaced words, colors and bright lights merged beneath the blindfold. Her thighs tensed, pressure, pain, need, rose within her body, crashed down through her sex to wash over his fingers in a wave of liquid heat.
"That's it my pet, my slut, my precious toy," he whispered, slipping his fingers free from her still trembling cunt. He moved to lay along side her bound form. Nothing more was needed, he was pleased. Bound, teased, allowed to release at his whim, her mind and heart both were sated. As for her body, that would know such satisfaction as well; after all, he preferred she always want for his touch in some way or another...
Originally Published August 2005 - "Sultry, Sexy Summer"